i came home, panicked about one thing, and my toilet was leaking. bathroom floor is covered in water and brown particles. oddly, this has not improved my mood

I just want to give you a hug man, I really wish your brain would stop trying to convince you that you're evil or not good enough. I don't even know what to say. You don't deserve all this suffering, no one does and i wish I could say some shit that would magically make all of this go away but obviously it doesn't work like that. BUT from a stranger on the internet to another: I hope you get your happily ever after eventually. I hope you can dream again and find the strength to make those dreams come true. You've come so far already,don't you dare give up now. You owe yourself a happily ever after. I have no idea how many ppl have hurt you to the point that this is what your inner monologue sounds like but istg i would physically fight them with like baseball bats and shit like that, just say the word. And like I would totally bake cookies for you. (I don't have much experience baking but you seem like someone who could really use a cookie 🍪)

One of the bpdohwhatajoy anons being an absolute sweetheart? More likely than you think

did u know when I type my tag for you (🦌) tumblr always suggests that it should be “🦌naked” which I did not realize until literally right this minute is supposed to be “buck naked”?

this website will find absolutely any way to be relentlessly horny lmfao

-xoxo 🪻

not gonna make a joke, not gonna make a joke

if i have to go one more week before seeing someone i stg i’m killing myself. im so fucking sick and tired of my friends being busy. just fucking give me an hour of your fucking time,, half the shit you do isn’t even important like jesus fucking christ.

ok i took a nap sorry for miseryposting

( frisky business ) + adrifires! you knew this was coming.

CENSORED by the ministry of public decency / @londonfallen.

oh, he swears to god that he will kill it a million times in his prayers at night : and he's certain the holy father above, even with his heart laid bare for the forgiveness of his creations, is sick of his shit. each night he swears he'll be better, and then each morning, his boss has him in its office bent down on his knees saying those same prayers with its cum filling his mouth. but hate the sin ... not the sinner, right? that's what mr virtues says, so he lets fires bend him over its desk with the same ferocity with which he'd almost choked on its cock moments before, and so obedient is he that even when his nails are cutting into the wood of it, he takes its full length without complaint when it nary gives him the mercy of adjustment anymore.

he'd used to complain. now he just cries out, for the pain of it and the pleasure. his legs are shaking, body tense each time it rocks into him from behind and pushes him further against the wood grain. its desk ends up a mess, too, papers and their weights clambering to the floor where his body pushes them off. and he wishes he could bite down on his hand to stop himself from gasping and moaning each time it grabbed his hips to force him back into its hard thrusts, but he knows if he tried, it would just pin his wrists ... and then he wouldn't have any relief. the blood under his nails right now is all he has going for him and his pride, because he sure as hell doesn't have much to offer in the way of it anymore. he's panting, saliva and cum alike still clinging to his lips from moments before, and now it's trailing down his chin, his voice only desperately swallowed when it isn't goading him. it leans over him plenty, pushes its chest into his back where its thrusts grow quicker, and demands he tell it that he wants this : and he does, "i want it, i wa—ah—nt it..." because he doesn't want it to stop. his head is foggy, but he pleads for it between broken moans, full aware it will feel like it has won, because it has. it feels good, so good that he can't even bring himself to put up the fight anymore where he falls apart underneath it, aiding where he doesn't need to for it to fuck him harder.

lucky is he to miss the lit candle burning at the corner of its desk is he, then, when a hard KNOCK bangs against the master's door and near startles him out of his fucking skin. his heart skips so many beats he thinks it might've stopped again, his head lifting from where he'd been lain flat over the wood : and it is, perhaps to his mortification, that he is greeted with a shadow at the bottom of the door. the chill that shoots up his spine is in equal parts pure terror at the realization someone is waiting for fires to answer ... and also the knowing, in the depth of his nonexistent soul, that fires was going to.

"ack—" he jumps when it grabs him by his hair and stumbles just enough with him to shove him under its desk. adrien himself ends up catching himself when it unceremoniously throws him down, hands splayed flat against the cold surface of the concrete. he's breathing heavily, panting to try to catch his breath both from their interrupted coupling and the shock of the intrusion alike. but rather than answering immediately, he feels fires claws back at his hips as it re-settles at its desk ... and the sound he lets out before he can stop it when it yanks his hips back to slam its throbbing cock back inside of him is perhaps one of the most humiliating things he's ever experienced in his life. and, oh, his life is nothing if not a comedy show for god and god alone.

"fires, sir, wait, please, you can't be fucking serio—" he has to clamp his mouth shut abruptly when the very bat he'd been pleading with bids its guest enter. his hands fly up to his mouth, silencing both his panting and all else almost as quickly as if he'd been in a horror novel. his body is shaking, as the gruff voices of what he assumes is multiple of fires's neddy men talk to it, but if the heavens themselves had bade he tell them what they were talking about, there's no fucking way adrien could've deciphered it. it feels like there's cotton in his ears, everything muffled where he desperately keeps his hands clamped over his mouth. it hasn't moved, though, and he is well smart enough by this point to know what it's trying to accomplish.

he chooses a notch in the wood of the desk's front panel to stare at, intently, before he closes his eyes, and swallows. he doesn't have to, he knows that. it isn't forcing him to do anything — if he made it pull out and huddled at the front of its enclosed desk until the neddies left, it'd let him. cruel as fires is, it isn't evil. and therein lays the problem, he supposes. that means it's no one's sin but his own to reflect upon. he wants it.

he could cry from humiliation, he thinks, but he gives in to the single claw of its that has remained on his hip, the other presumably gesturing back and forth with whomstever it's speaking to. he guides it at first, moves his hips discreetly to push its dick deeper inside of him. and this is where he bites down on his hand proper, closes his eyes and lets its grip tighten where its claws dig into him to hold him steady. it knows he wants it. a shot to his pride, he thinks it had been anticipating him. but rather than prove it wrong and retain some of his decorum, he falls like putty to its hands. he starts to move for it, muffling his moans with something far beyond just desperation as he rides its length, however subtly, at a slow enough pace that it isn't audible he's doing it, now would the movement of its cloak or the hand on his hip be detectable against how tall it and its desk even are to begin with.

this pacing is unusual for them, where it oft wanted to throw him around and take him in ways increasingly brutal. it's outright sensual, to be forced to feel each inch of its cock slowly pushing inside of him, or pulling out. it's different, but every bit the same tease fires itself usually is, leaving him holding back his own quiet whimpers with nothing but the chill of the floor against his cheek to keep him grounded. he wishes it'd at least given him something other than his hand to bite now, the way his blood is flooding his mouth and trailing down his arm, onto its office floor, now. but the neddies aren't kindred, so the only one who can smell it is fires itself, likely, and the two of them are rather busy with adrien going out of his way to make sure it can still fuck him, even when he has to do all the goddamn work.

oh, and he can tell it is drawing out the conversation, nary a single tremble to its voice even where he quickens his pace, eyes closing in anticipation against fires's obvious arousal. his pounding heart has him in a bind, but more than that, he can tell it is going to cum soon. it'd already been close again when he'd been on top of his desk ... now he can practically feel the inevitability of it, the added length of its cock clear with how unbelievably hard its gotten inside of him. but he wants that, too, so he bunches up the fabric from his shirt and stuffs it into his mouth, biting down as hard as he can on the fabric. if it wanted to be that way, fine! he guesses! he wanted it to cum inside of him, one way or another. but he wouldn't give it the satisfaction of him letting his voice slip when it did, not with him gagging himself like this.

if god is tallying his sins, he thinks this one may weigh greater than most. where fires keeps its composure, however small the cracks it occasionally shows may be, he simply doesn't. nor does he try. he's shaking, ravenous, eager, accepting of his position, now, and what he wants from it : which is fires itself, he supposes. he angles himself so its cock hits the exact spot inside of him that he wants it to seeing as he is in control for once anyways, and he thanks god indeed for the makeshift gag that keeps him from crying out when he does. keeping his eyes closed, his freed hand shifts under him and wraps his trembling fingers around his own erection, making him flinch with the sensitivity of it when he starts to stroke himself in tandem with the semi-slow thrusts of his hips pushing back onto its length. it feels amazing, no matter how fucked up he knows this is. and he can't help it, how flushed his entire body is, or the frantic pulse of his false heart, nor the precum that beads at the tip of his own dick. it feels good. it feels so, so good. the neddies, of course, don't even know. but it wouldn't fucking matter even if they did, is the worst of it. everyone already knows, even if they don't see it.

he should count himself infinitely lucky, no matter how rebellious his inner thoughts may be, that fires composure begins to falter at long last and it almost mercifully shoos away its other employees at near the same moment it shoots its cum deep into him. the door barely closes before the fabric falls from his mouth and adrien moans in a tone of desperation outright filthy, only growing in volume from how it grabs at him and almost immediately starts to pound into him so hard it near makes his entire body lose what little balance he'd had, and soon the entirety of his torso is pressed against its floor with him gasping for air for how brutally it takes over fucking him. its cum spills out of him, down his thighs where its claws part his legs further so it can push its cock deeper inside him, and he, blearily, can only comply where he feels that same familiar, building heat throughout his body, and then across its floor.

There’s a longer LS trailer out there with a very suspicious and interesting shot because I just saw it on my hairdressers tv and now I don’t know what to do

can a guy get some credit for trying

it’s scary to see how my bpd affects my cognitive

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Kinda sucks that I’m graduating college in a few months without a friend group and with like. 1 close friend who hasn’t graduated already and she’s my roommate

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there’s a part of me that wants So Fucking Badly to just. never go home after this trip. like i feel like that’s be a terrible idea but god i don’t wanna go back i don’t wanna have my parents always looking over my shoulder makinf my anxiety a million times worse i don’t wanna spend however many years still living with them and unable to be out bc i can’t fucking afford anything else i want to start all over i want something NEW i want. to feel comfortable. and to be with people i love. god.